As I rounded the corner to hike up the long, sloping hill on one of the legs on my morning walk, I looked to my right and saw a Blue Heeler playing in a yard. Two women, one young, one old, were in the driveway. I called across- as I always do,
“May I have permission to pet your Heeler?”
Before I got the words out of my mouth, said Heeler had already shot across the yard, the (blessedly empty)…